Page 31 of Kevin's Destiny

“First, I pull my own weight, second, let me finish washing the table.” He did that as she dried it. When they resumed their seats, she sat beside him, instead of across from him.

“Let’s hope I still have my sign-in information,” she said as she fired up the laptop, and navigated to where she needed to be. Instead of clicking onto anything once she reached the spot she needed, she turned to him.

“Those guys, the gang banger that tried to take you out, were they of Asian descent?”

“Yes, how do you know?”

She looked at him and shook her head, but didn’t return to the laptop yet. “Last year I helped on a case with Asian gang bangers. I wasn’t the lead, nor did my team work on this case. I was only brought in as a consultant.”

“Okay, but what does this have to do with anything?”

“Maybe nothing, but there are gang bangers all over the country that have this quote unquote “Bingo Card” mantra.”

“Really?”

“Yes, the team I consulted with up in Denver said that anyone interested in joining the main gang, they are handed a bingo card. Instead of getting one row, they have to fill the entire card. If they do, then they are immediately elevated to higher jobs within the gang.”

“And if they don’t fill the card? Say they only get one line?”

“First, they have a certain amount of time to fill the card, or get a bingo line. I’m unsure of the timeline they have from when they receive the card until it has to be fulfilled. Either by line or completely full.”

Kevin sat there and stared at her in shock. “Are you saying that this gang isn’t just from Seattle?”

“Yes, that’s what I’m saying. There are gangs like this in Denver, Chicago, Miami, New York, Los Angeles, and New Orleans, there are probably plenty more, but those are the major ones we know of. I’m not sure how inter connected they are, or if they run as their own secret entity.” She shrugged and looked at him with a shake of her head. “I do know that they aren’t inside the major cities, but close enough that if they are chased by the cops, they can disappear into them.” She shook her head again. “The team working on this doesn’t know if someone helps them disappear, if they own property, or what they do, but they’ve disappeared on some agents from Denver.”

“Just like Seattle.”

“Correct.”

“I know you’re retired from the FBI now, but do you think I might be in danger?”

“I don’t know. I can call my former Director and run it by him. He’s retiring at the end of the year, and there’s noguarantee that the gangs interact with one another. I don’t have access to that information.”

“But if they do, they might hear something about seven gang members being taken down while trying to kill a cop, and that someone killed their informant on the inside. I don’t know if anyone knows I’m here in Colorado, but we both know that information would be leaked somehow.”

“Have you changed your license plates or driver’s license to Denver yet?”

“No, not yet.”

“Okay, so no one can track you that way. What about your home? Did you rent? Own? How did you leave it?”

“My neighbor that lived across the street from me is renting it out for their granddaughter and her family. I gave them, and only them, the number of an account for deposit only. The rent money will go into that account. Nothing else is associated with it but the house. When I opened that account, I informed the bank that it would be for deposits only. There is a notification on the account that if anything other than a monthly deposit is made, then they are to notify me immediately. I still have my old cell phone number. Oh, and there is a two-person authentication needed.”

“Good, do you trust these people?”

“I’ve only met the granddaughter a couple of times over the years. The neighbors didn’t really hang out with me or us if Karen was around. After her arrest, we started having block parties again, and got to know each other. They lived there for over forty years.”

Yvonne nodded and only then she turned to her computer and swore.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t get into the file I wanted.”

“Okay, but do we really need it?” he asked gently, and shook his head slowly when she looked at him. “Denver is four hours away. If we hear of anything, I have access to eight former SEALs. I’m not saying that you can’t reach out to the people you need to, but I am saying that we should concentrate on the job we were hired for, and not borrow trouble.”

“Okay, I can wrap my head around that, I’ll keep you abreast of what I do and find out. From what little I’ve seen of Erin Riceman so far, it seems like she doesn’t want anything bad to come knocking.” She looked at him and covered her mouth with a hand when she snickered.

“What?”